Wednesday morning I wake up in bed, alone. I assume Heather is still with David. I have to admit I miss her and I am more than a little concerned as I dress and leave the room not knowing for sure what has happened to my wife.
A part of me wishes things could be as they were before we came on this trip. I reminded myself that I had started this and that I had agreed to abide by Heather's rules in order to get what I wanted while we are in California; still I missed her.
I did not hear from Heather until after 3:00, a simple text, "Tonight I am all yours."
Class ended, Jeannie stopped me before I left and complimented me on the excellent progress I had made, even calling me her, "star pupil." Of course, she also slipped her hand down the front of my pants and into my underwear until she was able to wrap her fingers around my balls and give them a tight squeeze.
I groan but make no effort to escape. Waves of pain mixed with tremendous pleasure shoot through my body in the way only a man whose testicles are so delightfully abused can experience. Jeannie smirks, knowingly, having done this to an unknown number of other males. I remember she said she was twelve when she learned the art of torturing testicles. She says nothing; just continues her exquisite torture of my poor balls trapped in her hand.
I am ensnared half way between a heaven of having a beautiful young woman pleasuring my most intimate parts and the hell of having those same parts tormented in ways most men fear. Jeannie rolls my balls around inside the extremely tight grip she has on my balls.
My cock stands rigid and hard pressed against Jeannie's arm. Jeannie releases her grip on my balls, much to my relief and disappointment. Her hand wraps around my hard cock which she gives a couple of squeezes to my extreme pleasure. Smiling devilishly, she walks away.
Back at the room, Heather is in the shower preparing for tonight, our tonight. She tells me to look through her things and pick out what I want her to wear.
I did as I was told and looked through Heather's clothing trying to decide what I wanted her to wear. My first inclination was to dress her in a white skimpy sundress but instead I decide on something entirely different. I found a loose fitting blue dress with a low hem and a high neck line; it was a totally proper dress for a mother to wear to a PTO meeting. I looked through her underwear and pulled out her old faithful bra with its thick cups and a pair of old lady cotton panties.
Tonight Heather would be the wife and mother she has always been. Tonight Heather was mine again and only mine.
Heather came out of the shower and into the bedroom still wet and naked. She saw the outfit I had laid out for her and smiled and then jumped into my arms and kissed me enthusiastically. "Thank you," she announced when she broke our kiss. "Thank you for picking out the perfect things for me to wear. It lets me know that I am secure and that I can return to..." Her thought trailed off.
We kissed and kissed again. Her just washed bare skin was moist and warm and soft and sensual. My cock sprang to life as my mouth glided down Heather's neck to her chest; savoring the flavor and smell of freshly washed skin.
At her breasts, I suck on first one and then the other; encircling the tip and flicking my tongue on each tender nub in turn. Heather's sighs and heavy breathing was all of the encouragement I needed to push on.
I pressed her to lie back on the bed and spread her legs. I remember something I read once. I pull a cough drop from my pocket, mentholated and pop it in my mouth. While waiting for the cough drop to melt, I take the time to examine my wife's perfect sex, admiring the sweet moist folds and the tempting passage that has provided me so much pleasure through our years of marriage.
As the cough drop melts, my mouth fills with the sensations caused by the analgesic, a feeling I am about to transfer to my wife's most delicate place.
I bend down to where my wife lays on the bed; her legs spread lewdly apart, her womanly flesh open and bare, inviting me. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue and lick boldly from her anus to her clit and back again.
Strange how until last week her anus had been something repugnant, something I avoided ever touching. Now, however, I freely dip my tongue into the many delights it offers and I am thrilled to provide my wife with a whole new level of pleasure.
Back to the action, I spread copious amounts of my saliva mixed with menthol over the whole of Heather's tender region, coating the soft folds and sensitive membranes.
The effect is immediate as Heather gasps and she opens her eyes from this new stimulating sensation.
I smile up at her as I continue to coat her tender vulva. She relaxes and settles in to relish the new sensations radiating from her sexual center. I am careful to coat her generously, liberally applying extra to her clitoris and anus.
I stop and gently blow across her vulva and anus. Another deep gasp and an "Oh god" testify to the intensity of the stimulation my lady is feeling from this new experience but I am not finished yet.
I continue my gentle blowing which sends chills of total pleasure throughout the body of my lover; unseen I slip a circular candy into my mouth, wintergreen and allow it to partially dissolve.
I resume my oral stimulation and surprise my love with yet another sensation to her stimulated flesh. Another "oh god" and a deep slow "yessss" come from above my head; her body is convulsing now in almost constant orgasm.
At just the right moment I position the circle of candy in my mouth and take aim. The white circle slides perfectly over the tiny protruding bud of Heather's clitoris as I "save the captain."
For Heather, this is too much and her body is rocked by wave after wave of mind blowing orgasm. Her back arches and her body shakes violently with the intensity of the sexual pleasure rocking every fiber of her being. Anxious hands furiously grip my head as she mashes my mouth hard against her sex and as a torrent of growling incoherent guttural noises spew from her mouth.
At last she relaxes her grip and she begins breathing again in hard deep breaths as she tries to regain her senses. She pulls me up her body and kisses me hard and passionately as she looks deeply and appreciatively into my eyes for having given her yet another new experience.
My cock is rock hard and I am ready for my turn......
A phone rings and rings again. I want to ignore it. I want Heather to ignore it but it not just any phone; its Sy's phone. I look at the platinum chain circling Heather's right ankle, a reminder that she is the property of another man and subject to his desires and commands.
Heather is quick to answer, not wanting to disappoint her owner. "Hello, Sy. Yes, I am having a good time. No, of course you're not interrupting anything important. Nothing, yes Sy I'm naked right now. Ok." Heather walks onto the balcony and stands at the railing and giggles. Heather listens as Sy talks posing according to his instructions and answering "yes" and "no" and "of course" to questions unheard by me.
"Friday, yes 10 AM."
I look at Heather as she walks back in without saying anything.
